Captivity Novels & Stories

They all stayed glued to their spot like nothing was happening. "You think I am a fool right? You can't get away from me. You were mine the moment I laid my eyes on your ass. You want me to leave so you can break out of here and run away? That won't work because whether you like it or not, you are going nowhere. You are coming with me. You have been released the moment I stepped my foot in here. So now, you are going home with me. You are staying with me from now on." He said and before I knew what was happening, his hands were around my waist. He flipped me over his right shoulder and a loud scream erupted from my throat.

The man led her to a lavish bedroom, she looked round at the expensive furnitures and interior, he grabs her hands and removes the duct tape on her wrists. “You’re safe here” he says in a soft tone. “Do not fear, you’ll be taken care of” Betty’s gaze met his and for a moment she saw something in his eyes that gave her a pause, something that can never be seen in a killer’s eyes, it was almost……..kindness, but before she could process it in her mind, he turns and leaves, leaving Betty in a state of confusion. Betty used her free time as an opportunity to explore the room. The room was a luxurious room with cream-colored walls, plush carpeting, and elegant furnishings. A large, ornate bed domi

"They think we're scared, scattered, running from their threats. They're not expecting us to go on offense immediately." "He's right." Luna starts pulling up Montana facility specs. "If we move now while they're still preparing to come after us, we might actually catch them off guard." "How many captives in Montana?" Jolie asks. "Four." Phoenix reads from the file. "Two females, two males. Ages twenty-one, twenty-three, twenty-six, and thirty. All displaying empathic or healing abilities, held for research purposes." "Four wolves we can save." Jolie's says. "Four people who've been trapped in that facility waiting for someone to care enough to get them out."

I will regain everything else and make her pay for everything. I clenched my fists, hatred pulsing inside my mind. But then I smirked. Vengeance was on its way already. Slowly, I looked up, taking in the sight before me with a grin. The chamber was vast, hidden deep inside the forest, far from wandering eyes and foolish intrusions. The ground was etched with markings that pulsed faintly under the dim glow of torchlight. Off to one side, separated by iron bars layered with protective sigils, the captives lay huddled together. All five of them were bound tightly, their battered forms bruised and wounded. They had been thrown together like discarded offerings. Their wrists were chained, and the

When he finally leaves, I hear the soft click of a lock. He's locked me. And that's when I realized for certain: I'm not his wife, but his prisoner.

" Amara pressed, demanding to know the truth and the answer for her captivity. Wanting to know what she did to deserve being treated the way she was being treated. Her anger and annoyance made her fail to notice the beauty of the mansion or the house keeper standing at the side. Damien calmly sat down, without saying so much as a word. He watched as she yapped on about being treated badly and how it made her feel. If she considered whatever he was doing now, as being treated badly then as he was in for a lot of surprises. "Why are you just staring at me?" Amara asked, realizing she was blabbering on and he was busy just staring at her without saying as much as

The journey into captivity began long before the first light of dawn touched the horizon. Aria sat in silence inside a heavily reinforced iron wagon, her wrists bound by thick chains that connected directly to the floor. Ancient runes etched into the metal glowed with a faint, persistent light, actively suppressing any attempt she made to reach for her power. The kingdoms had prepared for this moment with meticulous care, designing every detail to ensure she remained contained. No one spoke to her as the convoy began to move. The soldiers and guards surrounding the wagon maintained a tense, deliberate distance, as though even the sound of her voice might pose

"Your pack is dead. Your family is dead. Your home is mine now." "Then kill me." I forced the words through gritted teeth. "If you're going to kill me, do it." "Kill you?" He laughed, low and dark. "Oh no, Princess. You're far too valuable for that." He stood, gesturing to his men. "Chain her. Silver. I want her contained and conscious." Silver. Silver burned werewolves, prevented healing, kept us weak. They were going to torture me. "Why?" I demanded as they hauled me to my feet, as the first silver cuff locked around my wrist and agony lanced up my arm. "What do you want from me?"

Sweet, subtle captivity. I already didn't want to feel any emotions from people. I only wanted to be focused on business but with him, could I really say I knew what I was doing? Could I really say that I was mentally stable? He held the keys to my sanity but somehow, I was so deliciously entrapped that I never knew if it was important to demand the keys to be able to feel normal again. Sweet, subtle, captivity... ***

I am sorry, I did not mean to upset you” I quickly told her and she smiled sweetly, replying as she opened the other handcuff “you did not upset me, I just can’t remember my own age; I and the others have been trapped here for so long, there is no reason to celebrate; except the fact that we live to see another day, but I think I am nineteen” and as she finished her sentence the chain unlocked and I rubbed my wrists “why are you held captive?” I asked and I feared I already knew the answer, she hushed me and poked her head out the door then turned and called me towards her “all clear” she whispered as we quickly moved out of the dungeon cells and she answered my question “we were initially k